Migo Gang x Slaughter Gang Music lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
You know what I mean? Migo Gang sh*t
Flippa
Slaughter Gang, 21 sh*t
You know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Hit a n*gga in the head (Hit him)
We ain't shooting at the legs (Naw)
Back in the day had a trick bike, had a bad b*tch on the pegs (b*tch!)
Some of my n*ggas bang blue (Crip)
Some of my n*ggas bang red (Blood)
Some of my n*ggas bang black (GD)
All of my n*ggas keep straps (Grrah)
Spend three hundred on a napp (Ayy!)
They sucking, f*ck the whole trap
b*tch, you know my pockets fat (Sloppy)
Quavo walking Warren Sapp (Sacks)
Takeoff buying only Act (Lean!)
You n*ggas sipping just to act (Actors!)
Bought a Bimmer, wrapped it matte (Skrrt)
Got a shooter, peep hole out the back (Grraw!)
Never been a minority (Naww)
Take the pot and Chuck Norris it (Oh!)
You n*ggas looking unfortunate (Woo)
Different types of babies like a orphanage (Babies!)
I hit my money in the storage
I hate when I had to go to court and sh*t (Hate it!)
You thinking that I'm cooking up porridge (Cooking!)
The way I'm whipping up my wrist and sh*t (Whip it!)
Damn, this hoe she annoying
After I f*ck her, I'm finna get rid of the b*tch (Gone!)
What type of sh*t that he on
Go get the 30 young n*gga, go empty the clip (Grraw!)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Offset]
Slaughter Gang, I'm the king b*tch
Mac 90 with the beam, b*tch
Hi-Tech, you sipping green b*tch
21, hold the pot with my left arm
Catching plays like Brett Favre
You a gold fish and I'm a f*cking shark
Whip the pot n*gga, whip it hard
AK make a n*gga Hit The Quan
Gas bag like I own the farm
She blowing on it like she on a horn
100 round drum and that stick
Pull up, roll the windows down and I hit
You cuffing that b*tch and she loyal to di*k
Chasing money, I can't lay with no b*tch
Murda Gang, we don't play with the beef
Put 'em on a plate and we gonna eat
n*ggas snitching, I put 10 on the G's
Margielas, I put rent on my feet
n*ggas pus*y, I see through 'em they weak
f*ck 12, we keep sh*t in the streets
I brought her to the spot that b*tch was a freak
f*cked her on the floor, can't f*ck up my sheets (Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]
We really invented you n*ggas
The judge tried to sentence a n*gga
f*ck a partner, my .44 my n*gga
Stuck in the pickle, grinding from a nickel
Trapping in trenches, two bricks in the rental
I'm crazy I'm psycho, it's 'bout to get physical
Run a circle 'round the plug, that's a pick and roll
Feds watching so I walk on my tippy toes
I'm rich as b*tch, I want in on that lick
I'm not romantic, my bullet gon' kiss
Get in that pot, get the work in your wrist
I was born with the gift, got the fame and the grip
Hop in the jet and I take me a trip
Geeked out on codeine, I sip and I sip
Jump off the stage, I might jump out the VIP
I'm covered in money, covered like a quimp
I'm smoking on cookie, not smoking on piff
Don't talk to the police, not giving out tips
That ain’t that boot, that molly look too clear
I don't care what you heard, I jump straight in my Lier
Standing in the kitchen, cooking fish fillet
Run up my money, I stash me a Wraith
Don't run up on me n*gga, pump your brakes
I feed you the .223, dinner plate
[Verse 4: ManMan Savage & Rich The Kid]
Run up on me n*gga, catch a slug
50 and the 40, I don't use a glove
You know we got the straps up in the club
I don't f*ck with you, you a dub
21 Gang, we got weight
All of my n*gga, we straight
Pull up on a n*gga, we'll take
Headshot a n*gga, leave him in a lake
Round table with the Migo Gang and the Slaughter Gang, we on break
b*tch too skinny I don't want her, f*ck the b*tch, the b*tch might break
I got a hundred round drum on that K
I keep that b*tch with me, you know that bae
Never let a n*gga know where I stay
Have a n*gga staking out where you stay
I get that cash, I ain't got time to play
Hold up that choppa, this mask on my face
Shoot out the doulie then pull off in the Wraith
Curious George, got bananas in K's
pus*y n*ggas turn to preachers like Ma$e
Finna slide to where I keep me a K
Juvenile, hit a n*gga with tre
On Tenwood, post with that K (Woo)

[Verse 5: Rich The Kid]
Whipping a brick with a frying pan
Made a 100k with a broke hand
Trapping down with the desert eagle
Actavis all in my 2 liter
Finessing the plug for a whole thang
Rollie all white like the cocaine
I got a freak with a nose ring
Cut that b*tch down like I'm 2 Chainz
Walking around with a 100 thou'
I'm actually rich, you just talk about it
Pull up with choppers and air it out
I empty the clip in your mama house
Hit a jug for the work, still serving
Get rich or die trying like Curtis
I roll with a brick and she nervous
Pull out the Wraith when I'm flexing on purpose
I started trapping in first grade
I put the lean in a lemonade
I pour a four, got a fever
Dab school, I'm the teacher
Riding scrap with the nina
Big balling, no bleachers
100k for one feature
Bad b*tch, she no keeper